Just a drop that fell
and mingled with assistance
made a roaring sea
and threatened all I am and
was ever meant to be.
Pretty crystal drop
held violence at its core,
formed the waves
that forced me under
and drowned me, tired, worn.
Just a drop I found,
when I awoke,
that upon a puddle splashed.
‘Twas my fear that formed the ocean
and held delusion fast.
S. Bell
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